When I am famous.

You may find yourself taking the time to document my epic life. In an effort to assist you putting the metaphors and great literary elements together, consider this:

My San Lazaro candle has nearly burned to completion.

And so I remember my prayer to Saint Lazarus, so many years ago:

When I met you in Heaven, you laughed like a child -- your body was healed and you were dancing. I said to you, "Lazarus! You are singing! It is as if you are celebrating your life of ailment and pain!"

You said unto me, "My love, it is nothing. We are blessed."

And when I understood this I begged of him, "Let be as you are connected to God! Lazarus, my teacher!"